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  1. Hi all, this is a story I originally posted on my Tumblr account for an entry in a BIONICLE Post - Gen 1 fic contest that was being held over there. This is my take on the Marendar plotline that was left unresolved after G1 ended. Its much darker than how I would’ve liked this plotline to go if the story had continued, but exploring these things is what fanfic is for! This is my first fanfic in over a decade, so please be kind! Hope you all enjoy it. Salvation By RahiWatching Chapter 1 Faster than even the swiftest eye could follow, Pohatu - Toa Nuva of Stone, raced across the sands of the Bara Magna desert. Over his shoulder was the unconscious form of Kopaka, the Toa Nuva of Ice. Pohatu stole another worried glance at his brother, hoping impossibly that the sight awaiting him would have somehow changed. It hadn’t. Kopaka’s wound was deep, the blade had pierced through his Protosteel armour like it was nothing and penetrated into the delicate Organic Protodermis within. He had to find Kopaka help, and fast, or he would not last much longer. “…Po…hatu…” Iruni. He needed to find Iruni. His Rhotuka spinners had the power to heal wounds, if he could just find him in time… “POHATU!!” The shout snapped Pohatu out of it his ever-spiralling worry and brought his attention back to the world around him. It was Kopaka, he was awake! “Don’t worry brother!” Shouted Pohatu over the howling wind rushing past them as he continued his run at super-speed, “we aren’t far from Iruni’s camp now, he will get you fixed up in no time. Just hang on a little longer, this isn’t your time yet!” “Indeed, it is not, Pohatu” Kopaka said, his voice pained - but determined, “which is why I need you to put me down” “What? No, we can’t stop now! I need to get you to -” “Put me down! NOW!” Reluctantly, Pohatu deactivated the power of his Mask of Speed and placed Kopaka down in the sand as gently as he could. With his heartlight glowing weakly and his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, Kopaka winced as he moved to touch the wound in his chest. A faint glow appeared around his hand as he activated his elemental power, sealing the hole in his chest with ice as a makeshift suture. With this done, Kopaka slowly and painfully hauled himself to his feet and stood at the ready. “It will take too long for us to reach Iruni, even with your speed. This will… suffice for now. We must return to the fight immediately; you saw what direction it was headed. Marendar has to be stopped before it can reach the fortress” Marendar. Pohatu never thought any being could fill his spirit with more fear and rage than Makuta Teridax, and yet the monstrosity known as Marendar had shattered that assumption completely. The Great Beings, when creating the Toa species to which Pohatu and Kopaka belonged, knew that their creations had the potential to be devastating to the inhabitants of Spherus Magna if they were to run amok after their mission was complete. As a failsafe against this possibility, they had created a biomechanical titan with only one purpose: to kill Toa. Believing that this new creation would save their world if the Toa ever went rogue, the Great Beings named it ‘Marendar’, the word in the Agori language meaning ‘Salvation’. Sensing the sudden influx of Toa onto Spherus Magna after the reunification of the planet, Marendar broke free of its containment and began its hunt. The Toa were already low in numbers, having spent centuries fighting a war of attrition against the forces of the Brotherhood of Makuta. By the time they emerged onto Spherus Magna, they numbered less than 40. Now, mere weeks after Marendar’s first appearance, only 6 Toa remained alive. Their elemental powers proved almost completely useless against it, and its powers proved all too effective against them. They needed to stop, rest, recuperate their spent energies. It did not. It never stopped, it never tired, it just killed. Without mercy. Pohatu had lost so much to the creature, his brothers and sisters murdered before him. Tahu, Gali, Lewa, Onua, they were all gone now. Pohatu was not about to let Kopaka join them in death. “Return to the fight?! Kopaka, you can barely stand, let alone face Marendar! Let me get you to Iruni, then we can gather what’s left of the Toa and all face Marendar together” “Pohatu, we both know that by that point it will be too late. With its current speed and course, Marendar will reach the fortress within the hour. Krakua is its only guardian, he will not be able to fend off Marendar alone. If Marendar is allowed to reach the fortress before Krakua can be evacuated with the stones, the future of our entire species will be forfeit. The only logical course of action is for us to return so that I can distract Marendar while you share your speed with Krakua and get the stones somewhere safe” Kopaka’s assessment was cold and calculated, just like what should be expected from the Toa of Ice. It was a plan formed of pure logic and devoid of emotion, and as much as Pohatu hated to admit it, he knew Kopaka was right. That fortress contained perhaps the most precious and sacred items to Toa, more important than their Toa tools or even their Kanohi masks of power. It contained Toa Stones - rocks infused with a Toa’s power, given to destined Matoran and used to transform them into the next generation of heroes. The Toa had all agreed to start creating as many as they could after Spherus Manga’s reformation, so that fresh heroes could rise to protect this new world they found themselves in. If those stones were lost now, any hope for the future of the Toa was lost with them. Even defeating Marendar would be a hollow victory if the stones were lost, for the remaining Toa no longer had the energy reserves to make more. But even so… even so, they were just things, just objects. Objects that held a possible future that felt so far away from the here and now that to Pohatu it may as well not exist. But Kopaka? Kopaka was here, alive, right now. He was his brother, the only one of his team that was left. A bond had been forged between the two in battle and friendship that was deeper and more meaningful to him than anything Pohatu had ever known. He could not lose him now, he couldn’t. Future be . Seeing the anguish his brother was going through, Kopaka melted his icy facade, just a little. “Pohatu, I am not under any illusions about my chances if I were to go back into battle now. And, I … I don’t want to die. But look at me” Kopaka looked down at his battered body, his armour scarred and pitted, the gaping hole in his chest and the ice that temporarily filled it, already beginning to melt in the hot desert sun, “even Iruni couldn’t heal me after this. If I die here and now, it would be meaningless, just another victim of Marendar’s onslaught. Let me go with you, let me delay Marendar long enough for you save our future. Let my death mean something, please”. “You don’t know that!” cried Pohatu desperately, “we have seen him heal wounds that appeared fatal before! I’m not just going to stand here while you throw your life away because you’ve given up!” “Pohatu. There is no other way. If there were, I would be doing it, believe me. But this is it, let me make my stand now. Are you with me, brother?” Kopaka raised his fist weakly, holding it out to Pohatu in the traditional Toa salute. “You always were so stubborn, brother” sighed Pohatu, raising his fist up to meet Kopaka’s. “Unfortunately,” Pohatu grabbed onto Kopaka’s outstretched arm, “so am I!” In one smooth motion, Pohatu pulled hard on Kopaka’s arm, twisting the shocked Toa of Ice around him and planting him firmly down into the sands below their feet. Reaching down with his elemental powers, Pohatu formed restraints of solid stone around Kopaka’s limbs, ensuring he would not be getting up again any time soon. “What are you doing!?” shouted Kopaka as he struggled against his bonds. “Don’t bother Kopaka, in the state you are in you won’t be able to get out of those. Don’t worry, I’ve used my Nuva powers to set them on a delay, they will disintegrate in a few minutes and you will be free. Sorry to have to do this, but I can’t have you trying to stop me” “Stop you from doing what?” asked Kopaka, still thrashing against the stone that held him despite Pohatu’s words. “You know, I’ve gotten really sick of heroic sacrifices” said Pohatu sadly, his eyes distant, lost in memory, “how many of our siblings have we lost to them in the fight against that monster? Kongu, Gaaki…” Pohatu paused, the memory of the next name being so painful as to catch in his throat, “… Onua… each one of them sacrificing themselves, and for what? Just so the rest of us could run away from the thing that killed them? So we could get a little while longer to wait until it kills us too?” anger was rising in Pohatu’s voice now, his body shaking with rage at all that had been taken from him, “well I say NO! NO MORE!! I won’t let you die like they did. If there has to be a sacrifice today, then I swear to Mata-Nui that I’m going to make sure that it is the last one a Toa ever has to make!” Pohatu raised his head defiantly, screaming at the sky, “DO YOU HEAR ME?!? NO MORE!!!” Raising his adaptive launcher high above his head, Pohatu fired several bursts of energy high into the air, Kopaka recognised the pattern – a signal to anyone that could see it: “INJURED TOA AT THIS LOCATION, HELP REQUIRED IMMEDIATELY”. “There, that should do it” Pohatu said, breathing slowly and deeply in an attempt to calm himself, “you won’t get treated as quickly as if I had taken you straight to him, but Iruni’s mask should allow him to get over here and fix you up in plenty of time”. Pohatu pulled his pack off of his back and took out a flat, stone object, roughly the same size as a Kanohi Mask. Kopaka recognised it instantly, and the thought of what Pohatu might do with it next froze Kopaka’s soul more completely than his elemental powers ever could. “Your… your Nuva symbol? What are you going to do?” asked Kopaka fearfully. After their transformation by Energised Protodermis from normal Toa into the more powerful Toa Nuva, the heightened elemental powers of Kopaka’s team had become permanently entwined with the mysterious objects. The Toa Nuva had kept them on their person ever since the war with Marendar began, fearing that if they did not Marendar may have attempted to find and destroy them, and in doing so rob the Toa Nuva of their elemental powers for good. Pohatu sat down next to Kopaka, handling the stone slab reverently. His eyes were transfixed upon the faintly glowing symbol carved into its surface, “I’ve been thinking about this for the last couple of days. Marendar is resistant to our elemental powers, right? Resistant, but not immune. We have had some luck in causing some superficial damage to it thanks to our enhanced abilities as Toa Nuva, but the only time anyone has ever managed to cause it any significant damage was when Jaller went Nova and unleashed all his powers at once. Heh, the biggest, most powerful attack a Toa can do and all he did was injure Marendar enough to make it temporarily pause its hunt. But that got me thinking, if a Nova Blast can injure Marendar, what if we could perform an attack that was even more powerful? But it would need to be way more powerful. A Nova Blast from one of the two of us would be, but I still don’t think that would be enough. We would need it to be five… no, ten times more powerful, I think, in order to actually kill it. And it would have to be in one single, devastating strike, to completely obliterate Marendar before it had a chance to repair itself from the damage”. Kopaka did not like where this was going, it was against the Toa Code to kill an enemy, but they both had come to the realisation some time ago that they would have to break that code if they were ever to stop this monster. Even so, it was hard to hear Pohatu speak of killing so freely. Kopaka looked over at the symbol again. He couldn’t be certain, but it seemed to be glowing a little brighter than when Pohatu had first pulled it out of his pack. “But where could I get that extra reserve of power from?” Pohatu continued, “oh sure, I could absorb the rock around me for an extra boost of power, but a Toa’s body can only hold so much elemental energy, once I hit that threshold, I wouldn’t be able to absorb any more to add to the blast. But then I reminded myself, I’m not just a Toa, not anymore. I’m a Toa Nuva. At first, we thought our powers had just been boosted, with greater control compared to our old selves, but that wasn’t the whole story, was it? We later learned that we could set our powers on a delay, set up manipulations of the elements that would occur later on. Tahu thought it was just another way we had learned to control our new powers, a new skill that we learned as we got more experience. But I think it’s something different. Kopaka, I think we didn’t learn to do that until a few months after our transformation because we couldn’t until that time had passed. I think our powers are still growing, even now”. Kopaka was shocked at the suggestion, it was a possibility he had not even considered before. Seeing the doubt in Kopaka’s eyes, Pohatu pressed on with his theory. “Think about it, when we faced the Elemental Lords of this planet, they had even greater control of their respective elements than we did, and yet they did not need special symbols to contain that energy, their bodies could handle it just fine. Why would we need separate containers to house our elemental powers if our abilities were lesser than theirs? I think it’s because at some point in the future our powers will have grown to such a high extent that our bodies won’t be able to handle it anymore. I think that as time goes on, our connection to the symbols and the power within gets stronger and stronger, until eventually we will be able to tap into the full potential of the power these symbols contain. Of course, this was all just guesswork, and it didn’t help with our immediate problem. Even if I was right, we don’t have the time to wait for us to steadily build our powers up to a point when we could effectively take on Marendar. What we needed was a way to unlock that potential right now, a way to incorporate it immediately so that we could use it to make that one massive attack that would be even more than a Nova Blast – a ‘Nuva Blast’ if you like. Hmm, Lewa would’ve loved that one…” a sad smile flashed across Pohatu’s face beneath his mask at that thought as he stood up and looked down at the bound Toa of Ice, “Anyway, it just hit me now. I think I know a way I could do it, a way to unlock all that power in one go. These symbols are made of stone after all, and I can absorb stone” Kopaka had heard enough. He had to snap Pohatu out of this lunacy before he did something truly stupid. “Pohatu, this is ridiculous! Just let me go and we will proceed with my plan. It has the highest chance of succeeding – not only do we not know if your theory is correct, but by your own admission the power you think may be hidden within your symbol will be far too much for your body to handle! At least with my original plan there is a chance, however slim, that I would live through the encounter with Marendar. If you are right, there is no way you would survive it. You talked of me throwing my life away before, please, don’t do the same with yours now. I can’t… I can’t lose you.” “Kopaka, we both know that you have no chance of surviving an encounter with Marendar in this state. Trust me, brother. This will work. It has to” “Pohatu…” “Kopaka, I have to go. I have to do this” said Pohatu, turning his back on Kopaka and facing the doom before him. “POHATU, PLEASE!!” screamed Kopaka, desperation and fear cracking his voice like thin ice shattering on a frozen lake, “I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE!!!” Pohatu turned back to Kopaka, his face as twisted with grief and sadness as that of the Toa of Ice. He could not remember the last time the usually reserved and withdrawn Kopaka had showed such deep and genuine emotion. Even when the other Toa Nuva had been struck down by Marendar, he had mourned them in his own quiet way. For Kopaka to have screamed with such passion… Pohatu knelt down and placed his hand comfortingly on the shoulder of his beloved sibling. Softly, he tried his best to console him… to console them both. “And I do not want to leave you alone, brother. But there is no other way. One of us had to do this, and I really think I have a way not just to save your life for a few more hours, but really, actually save it. This plan will work, and I’m the only one who can pull it off” he sighed and stood up again, “what is it that Turaga Whenua says? That those we lose are never truly gone, as long as we remember them here” he said, pointing to his head, “and here” he continued, pointing to his heartlight, “then they are still with us, the past holding them safe for us until we can join them again” Kopaka looked up at Pohatu, his eyes still pleading with the Toa of Stone. Pohatu smiled warmly at him from behind his mask with that big wonderful smile that Kopaka now knew that he was seeing for the last time. “Oh, if I could turn back time” said Pohatu with a laugh, “to think, Kopaka Nuva, the Toa who had so often insisted that he ‘worked alone’ would be so desperate for me to stay with him.” Pohatu looked out at the sands surrounding him, so much like those of Po-Wahi on the island of Mata-Nui, where his canister washed ashore all that time ago. As places go to meet his end, he could live with this. Looking down at the symbol in his hands, he concentrated upon the stone it was made of and his connection to it, reaching deep with his mind into the recesses of the enigmatic object to the well of power within it. Closing his eyes, he searched further within it, down and down, until he found what he sought. Kopaka looked on as pure elemental power began crackling around the Nuva symbol, arching like lightning out of the symbol in all directions, creating monolithic stone formations all around. Pohatu concentrated further, pushing his mind to the limit to control and absorb that power, and the power responded, the lightning arcing into his body now, which began to glow with such radiance that Kopaka had to close his eyes tightly shut to protect them from the intensity of the glow. Pohatu screamed in agony as the symbol itself began to dissolve into his form, he fell to his knees as more and more of it dissolved away, converted into pure elemental energy and absorbed into his body. When Kopaka opened his eyes again, he saw Pohatu on the ground, his body crackling and sputtering with excess elemental energy. He was as quiet and still as the stone he embodied, had it been too much? No! Pohatu’s powerful legs began to move, a twitch at first, then more as he painfully pushed himself to his feet. Groaning with the effort, Pohatu turned back to Kopaka, his deep voice crackling from the energy within. “Farewell, Kopaka. Remember me, remember all of us. Keep us in your heart as you build a new world for the generations of Toa to come. I love you, brother. Always have, always will.” And with that, Pohatu was gone, a blurred afterimage quickly fading as he sped away towards destiny. Kopaka’s stone bonds shattered into dust, but he made no effort to move. He simply stared at the spot where Pohatu had once stood, now just an impression of his feet in the sand, slowing disappearing with the wind. Chapter 2 “Well,” he thought, “here goes nothing…” Pohatu Nuva raced once again through the sands of Bara Magna, this time, in the opposite direction. He pushed the powers of his Kakama Nuva to its limit, the sands fusing to glass beneath his feet, so vast was the heat of the friction caused by his immense speed. It was not long until he spotted his target up ahead, its hulking form making its way out of the desert, towards the shores of Aqua Magna and Krakua’s island fortress beyond. Pohatu slammed into his enemy, not slowing even for a single moment. The sheer power and ferocity behind the attack sent Marendar reeling, its body flung backwards, stunned by the force of the blow. Pohatu did not let this opportunity pass him by, grabbing Marendar and dragging it back into the depths of the desert. Pohatu’s plan would cause a significant amount of collateral damage even in the best-case scenario, so he needed to make sure he got Marendar as far away from anyone else as possible before he could make his move. Gathering all the strength he could muster, Pohatu slammed his fists into Marendar again and again as he dragged it on towards their final destination. Marendar in turn lashed out at Pohatu, sending a torrent of its own elemental energies at the Toa of Stone, along with devastating and deadly strikes from its bladed weaponry. The attacks tore away at Pohatu, his Protosteel armour shattering and flying away in the face of Marendar’s blades, his mechanical and organic components within screaming and tearing at the waves of force being thrown against them. Pohatu ignored it all. He was getting close now, close to the end. He reached out with his powers, absorbing stone and rock for Kios around him, building upon his already immense reserves to reach his absolute maximum. His body was pleading with him, threatening to burst if he did not release the power within – but not yet! He needed to hang on just a little longer. He looked down at the monster below him – it would be so easy now. So easy to give in to the rage within his heart and lose himself in that pain and anger. But no, Pohatu fought down those feelings. He did not want his final moments to be filled with such things. He was nearly there now, just a fraction of a second before his speed would bring them both to the site of their graves. The last thoughts of Pohatu Nuva, Toa of Stone, were of his friends. His family. He thought of the laughter of his siblings around a campfire, listening to Lewa loudly and excitedly telling a nonsense tale of great exhilaration and heroism. He thought of his time with Hewkii in the Kolhii field, as the Matoran patiently taught Pohatu the rules of the sport of which he would one day become the patron Toa. He remembered the swelling pride he felt when he met the Toa Inika, Matoran he had once protected that had gone on to become the greatest of heroes themselves. He remembered it all: every moment of joy, every stunning vista, every heartfelt celebration and wonderous sight that he had the privilege of sharing with those that he loved. And in that instant, he let go. Chapter 3 Iruni had barely got to Kopaka in time to protect the injured Toa Nuva of Ice from the chaos that unfolded. Winds stronger than a hurricane blasted in a flood away from the Bara Magna desert in all directions, carrying the very sands of the desert with them into a gigantic dust cloud the likes of which the planet had never seen. Only Iruni’s elemental control over the air kept the two Toa from being swept away completely by the gales assaulting them. The ground shook with a tremor so mighty that it could be felt across the entire planet – only when the titanic form of Makuta fell in his final battle had the ground shuddered more violently. When it was finally over, Iruni pulled himself to his feet, leaning on his Cyclone Spear for support. “What the Karzahni was that!?” he shouted, surveying the radically transformed landscape around him. The desert sand had been completely stripped away, leaving only the bare rock beneath. The air was thick and heavy with the displaced dust, causing him to choke and cough with every intake of breath and reducing visibility to only a few Bio ahead of him. But now was not the time to investigate such things, even ones as incredible as the situation before him. For now, he had more pressing matters. Activating his elemental powers once again, Iruni created a pocket of clear air around him and knelt down to survey Kopaka’s injuries. The Toa of Ice was unconscious, but whether that was from his wounds or from the assault of winds and dust he could not tell. The gash in his armour was serious and there was severe damage to Kopaka’s body beneath it. But Iruni had lost far too many brothers and sisters for him to let another die in front of him. Summoning all his concentration and energy, Iruni fired a Rhotuka from his shield, the spinning wheel of energy striking Kopaka square in the chest and imparting its rejuvenating powers upon him. Kopaka’s eyes opened in a flash as he jolted back to consciousness. Gasping for air he looked around frantically, ignoring Iruni completely as his head turned left and right in what seemed to be a desperate, panicked search for something unseen. “Woah! Easy there, Kopaka. It’s alright, we are safe here. I need you to stay still for now. I’ve started the healing process but your injury was serious, it’s going to take a good few shots from my spinners yet before we can get you back on your feet” said Iruni, assuming that Kopaka must be searching the surroundings for signs of further attacks from Marendar. Kopaka continued to ignore Iruni as he looked around, activating the power of his mask of vision to peer through the thick clouds of dust that engulfed them and out to the world beyond. Suddenly, he stopped his search, his eyes locked upon something only he could see off in the distance. With an expression of grim determination as fixed as the lines of the mask he wore over it, Kopaka reached out his arms and began dragging his still healing body forwards towards it. “Hey!” shouted Iruni, concerned, “I meant it when I said not to move Kopaka. You need to rest while I administer the remaining healing boosts if we are going to get you fixed up properly, where do you think you are going?!” Kopaka acted as if Iruni wasn’t even there as he kept dragging himself along the ground, his eyes never moving from whatever it was he was pulling himself towards. Grabbing Kopaka’s leg in an attempt to stop him, Iruni yelled in pain as his hands were met with a blast of intense cold, causing him to let go reflexively to protect himself. For the first time, Kopaka looked back at Iruni and pointed in the direction he had been heading, while at the same time sharing his mask’s power of X-ray vision with the confused Toa of Air. Following the direction that Kopaka indicated, Iruni looked through the clouds before them and staggered back in shock at what was revealed. “By the Great Beings…” whispered Iruni in disbelief. Kopaka simply turned his attention back to his slow crawl forward. “Either heal me as we go,” growled Kopaka, “or get out of my way.” — Gigantic did not even begin to describe the monolithic structure that they saw before them. An enormous wall of rock stretching left and right as far as the eye could see. With the powers of the Akaku Nuva Kopaka had shared with him, Iruni could see that the stone towered both high into the sky far above them and deep below into ground beneath, forming a sphere of solid stone easily the diameter of the dome in which Metru-Nui had once sat back inside the Matoran Universe, if not even larger. By the time they reached its outer edge, Iruni’s healing powers had done their work. Kopaka had said nothing else on the journey towards the towering object, simply moving as fast as he could until he reached its perimeter. He had long ago stopped sharing his mask power with Iruni, though the Toa of Air could tell that Kopaka was still making use of it himself, peeling back the layers of stone before him with his vision to see the depths within. They stopped just in front of the sphere, with Kopaka placing a single hand upon the stone, still scanning its insides with his power. Iruni tried to speak to Kopaka, ask him if he knew what this thing was, if it had any connection to Marendar, but he received no answer. Kopaka merely stood there, staring endlessly into the vast brown mass before him. Chapter 4 Hours turned into days as Kopaka stared relentlessly into the stone, silently refusing all offers of food and calls to rest. With no sightings of Marendar or Pohatu in that time, and with the enormous stone sphere before them, the inhabitants of the planet came to their own conclusions on what had occurred. Somehow, Pohatu had created the structure before them, and in doing so finally brought down the seemingly unstoppable menace that had hunted the Toa to near extinction. Kopaka knew that their assumptions were correct. In his scans of the sphere, he had found trace evidence of metallic Protodermis scattered throughout its structure. Marendar had been at the very centre of Pohatu’s blast, the rapidly expanding stone shattering its body and spreading what little remained throughout the entire sphere. One huge blast, destroying the monster before it had a chance to adapt or repair, just like Pohatu had said it would. But what of Pohatu himself? The logical part of Kopaka’s mind knew that this search was pointless. There was no way that Pohatu could have survived. Marendar had been hit by the blast with such force that barely any trace of its body remained. But the blast had originated inside of Pohatu himself, a blast that his body was nowhere near capable of handling. There was no chance that anything of his brother remained. But logic, it all. He couldn’t accept it. His brother was in there somewhere, he had to be. And Kopaka was going to find him, no matter how long it took. — Hahli, Toa Mahri of Water, approached Kopaka with trepidation. Of the 5 of them that were now left, all felt the pain of losing Pohatu. But she understood the depths of the sorrow Kopaka felt most of all, for she knew all too well the added heartbreak of a brother who sacrificed themselves to save the world. She knew the fact that Pohatu had saved them and the Toa Stones that were the future of their species was probably of little comfort to Kopaka right now. She knew that grief he felt would never truly go away, no matter how much time passed, though she hoped that the news she brought him this day would at the very least bring Kopaka some peace. “Kopaka? There has been a discovery, an Agori trader found it in a valley to the east.” Kopaka ignored her has he had every other attempt someone had made to speak to him, but Hahli continued regardless, “Kopaka, please. You are going to want to see this. The valley, it wasn’t there before. We think… we think it’s something Pohatu did”. “Show me” That got his attention. For the first time in two days, Kopaka looked away from the stone sphere before him. — Hahli led Kopaka towards the valley, explaining further as they went. “It doesn’t show up on any map the Agori have of the area. As best as we can tell, it appeared at the same time as the sphere did, or maybe shortly afterwards, we don’t know for sure. The sudden appearance of something like this is extraordinary in itself, but that’s not even the half of it. It’s what the valley contains that you need to see” They reached the entrance, the flat ground around them beginning to slope gently downwards on a winding path into the newly formed valley below. Hahli stopped here and continued her explanation, “When the trader first found this place, he said there was only one of them inside. But when we arrived later, more had formed, they seem to be appearing every few hours”. “What do you mean? What is in there?” asked Kopaka. “Go see for yourself. Take as long as you need, I’ll be waiting here for you when you return” replied Hahli. Whatever awaited him in this mysterious valley, Hahli clearly thought it was something he needed to experience alone. His curiosity piqued, Kopaka nodded his thanks to Hahli and made his way down the path. Kopaka did not know what to expect as he made his way deeper into the valley, his senses were alert and ready for anything, despite the exhaustion he felt from his days without sleep. Rounding a corner on this new pathway, he was struck with a sight that took his breath away. Protruding out of the valley wall was a set of statues. The statues showed no signs of having been carved from the rockface, but rather appeared to have grown, fully formed from its surface. However, that was not the fact that had shocked Kopaka so completely, instead it was the scene that the statues depicted. It was one that Kopaka knew oh so well. It showed the strong frame of a familiar Toa of Stone, standing over a rockslide and a half-buried and irate Toa of Ice. This was no mere statue, it was a memory: the first meeting between Kopaka and Pohatu on the Island of Mata-Nui, so long ago. As he continued into the valley, more and more statues were to be found before him, each one depicting a memory of Pohatu’s life. No, Kopaka realised, it was more than that. These weren’t just random memories from his life, they were memories of all the times Pohatu and Kopaka had shared. “You sentimental fool” thought Kopaka with a sigh and a sad smile, “diverting energy away from your attack to set up all this, just to say goodbye”. As the hours went on and the day turned to night, Kopaka went further and further into the valley, passing more and more memories preserved now and forever in stone. Ahead, he saw more forming, rising from the rock all around. Hahli had said that it was still growing, it looks like Pohatu had set this up to last a while longer yet. Kopaka continued to walk through the memories, stopping to view each one and bring his own recollection of the events it depicted to the front of his mind. He was a swirl of emotion now, walking in a daze through the past and all the joy and sorrow that brought with it. Eventually, the valley walls shrank and spread out, transitioning into a flat grassland that extended as far as the eye could see. It was nearly morning now, and as the first faint rays of the sun began to peek above the horizon, he sensed what he somehow knew to be the final statue take shape beside him. He did not recognise the memory, or rather, he recognised too many at once. It could have been from any of a thousand moments in his past: Tahu, Gali, Lewa, Onua and Pohatu – their stone facsimiles all sat together, looking out over the grassland beyond. Wait, where was his own likeness? There had always been a statue of himself in these memories, and yet he only saw his siblings here. He moved in closer and looked carefully at the statue, and then he found his answer. Kopaka Nuva sat down in the space prepared for him and, surrounded by his family, peacefully watched the sunrise.
  2. Because I had nothing better do to, I decided to see if I could work out how fast someone wearing a Kanohi Kakama could run at, just out of pure curiosity. So, according to Tale of the Toa, Pohatu uses his mask of speed to travel from Po-Koro in Po-Wahi to Mount Ihu in Ko-Wahi in under a minute. This is the only time in canon that I can think of that gives us both a distance travelled and a timeframe for that travel when the Kanohi Kakama is used, so I wanted to see if I could use that to figure out what speed a Kakama user is capable of moving at. The official labelled map of the Island of Mata Nui puts the island’s length at approximately 357 Kio. A Kio is equal to 1.37km, so that means that the Island of Mata-Nui is approximately 489.09km long. I was able to then use this to count how many pixels that length represents in the official map of the island, which worked out at being 1480 pixels long. This meant that overall, this map is at a resolution of 330m per pixel (489.09km / 1480 pixels = 0.33 km or 330 meters). All I needed to do then was figure out the distance between Po-Koro and Mount Ihu, both of which are labelled on the map. Unfortunately, at this map’s scale it is impossible to tell the exact route that Pohatu would have taken and therefore it is not possible to take into account any twists and turns he may have taken along the way or take into account the change in elevation as he went up and down the mountains of Ko-Wahi on his way to Mount Ihu. I therefore simply took the straight-line distance for this calculation, as this would be the absolute minimum distance he would have had to travel. I also decided to put the time value at a full minute, as the book and BS01 do not give specifics, only that the journey took “under a minute” – so let’s just estimate it at exactly one minute for ease of use. By taking these numbers I won’t be able to get the actual speed Pohatu was going on this journey, but I will be able to calculate the bare minimum speed he would’ve needed to be travelling at, as any shortening of the timeframe or any additional distance that the actual journey would have taken would only increase the final speed measured. By drawing a line on the map from Po-Koro to Mount Ihu and then counting the pixels, I found that the straight-line distance between these two points was 386 pixels long, which works out at being 127,380 meters. The equation for speed is speed = distance / time, so all I needed to do was plug in the numbers: Speed = distance / time Speed = 127,380m / 60 seconds Speed = 2,123 meters per second That is an absolutely insane speed. That is over 6 times the speed of sound. And remember, this is the absolute bare minimum speed Pohatu could have been travelling at, meaning the actual speed of the Kakama is even faster than this, probably by a significant margin. I wanted to know how fast the Kakama was. Turns out it is fast.
  3. This epic is dedicated to Toa Jaxus as fulfillment of the 2018 Fan Fic Exchange. The requests were to read something interesting that did not contain powerless protagonists. Specifically, it was suggested that I continue the plight of Pohatu and Kopaka on the Red Star. So that's what I ran with. Hope you like it! Chapters will be posted as I finalize their edits. -T Be sure to read The Powers that Be if you have not recently. This epic is a continuation of that serial. __________________________________________________ Chapter 5 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - With the noises outside the room getting louder, Toa Kopaka knew they didn’t have much time. Glancing around the room, he saw piles of scraps, tables covered in bent metal, and jars containing substances he thought better than to ask about. Mavrah had locked the door, but Kopaka wasn’t convinced it would be enough to keep those horrid creatures out. “How long have you been here, Mavrah? What’s going on in this place?” Toa Pohatu asked. The Onu-Matoran moved over to a chair near a table and sat down. He motioned to the two Toa to come over. Kopaka didn’t budge. “How long, I’m not sure,” said Mavrah. “But I’ve been here long enough to have gathered some information from the Kestora.” Kopaka thought back to the three he had frozen moments ago. Mavrah continued, ignoring the scraping and plodding of heavy metal against metal outside. “It turns out the Red Star, which is where we are in case you wondered, is not a Star at all. While it does orbit the planet, it is used by the Kestora as a place to heal those who are wounded in our universe.” “Heal? What do you mean heal?” Kopaka asked. Mavrah shuffled a little. “In truth,” he started, “I’m… well, I’m actually dead.” Kopaka shot Pohatu a concerned glance. Pohatu simply slapped the Matoran on the shoulder. “Little one, you’re as dead as that Toa of Ice,” he said, pointing at Kopaka with a smile. “And I know his heart beats stronger than most in our universe.” Mavrah shuddered at the touch, unused to physical contact, but collected himself. “I mean, I died, back home, in Metru Nui.” Kopaka was glad for a piece of information he understood. “I was washed out to sea after a battle. I remember the earthquake, the destruction, the chaos… I remember Toa Onewa, and the Vahki, and then… nothing.” “Onua? Vahki?” Pohatu said. He couldn’t remember ever facing any Vahki, only hearing about them in stories from the Turaga. “Are you sure you remember correctly?” Mavrah nodded. “Toa Onewa was with the rest of the Toa, and I didn’t understand why they had come,” Mavrah said. “But when Toa Whenua was hurt in the fight –” “Did you say Toa Whenua?” Pohatu asked Mavrah nodded again. He turned to Kopaka. “You don’t think…” “…That this Matoran has been here for more than 1000 years?” Kopaka finished. “We need to find a way out of here.” Pohatu’s eyes betrayed his regular joviality. “I knew I should have changed my mind about coming here back when we had the chance.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mavrah finished telling the Toa about the Red Star. It was designed to be a booster for the Great Spirit to visit other planets while looking for a cure for Spherus Magna, but it also served as a sort of repair station for beings from within the Great Spirit who were injured beyond regular repairs. Beings that required extensive repairs – those who seemingly had died, as Mavrah had – would be teleported up to the Red Star, fixed by the Kestora, and then sent back. “But the return mechanism has been broken for so long, according to the Kestora,” Mavrah said. “They blame someone they managed to send back, since it all failed shortly after he left.” Kopaka and Pohatu looked at each other. They knew Mavrah was talking about Gaardus. “What about energy? How have you stayed alive up here for so long?” Kopaka asked. Mavrah pointed to a vent in the center of the ceiling. “These vents are dotted all over the Red Star,” he said. “They give energy to the beings who reside here. Not having to stop and recharge has been very handy for getting more research accomplished!” “I imagine with all your time researching, you’ve seen the teleportation device that they use to send beings back?” Pohatu asked. “Oh yes,” Mavrah said. “I even tried fixing it at one point. Thankfully my mask allows me to blend in with the Kestora well enough, so anytime they might see me at a glance, I look like them. Plus, it helps that I can see well enough in the dark – I don’t have to keep the lights on.” He tapped his purple Pakari. “Can you get us to the teleporter?” Pohatu asked. Mavrah shook his head. “No point,” he said. “It really doesn’t work. We’ll have to find some other way to get you home. Besides, it’s probably crawling with those monsters outside. They’re all over the Star.” “What are those creatures, anyways?” Kopaka asked. “It was dark, but with my Akaku I could see they were… beyond words.” “Those are the remnants of a vast number of beings the Kestora tried to repair,” Mavrah said. “When they could no longer teleport anyone, some of them began experimenting on the new arrivals. I can’t say it necessarily ended well. Kestora weren’t made to create, only to fix.” A sudden slam against the door made Pohatu jump. Mavrah remained calm. “Don’t worry, nothing will get through that door.” The Toa of Stone turned his attention again to the Matoran. “How do you manage to roam around with all of them out there?” Pohatu asked. Mavrah motioned to the other side of the room. “My room is connected to service tunnels,” he said. “The door you came through can’t be opened from the other side anyways. I use the tunnels to get around, retrieve supplies, whatever I need to continue my research in this place.” “We came here looking for answers, not about this place – although it certainly is yet another mystery to ponder,” Kopaka said. “There have been some murders recently back home, and I saw a vision of the Red Star before getting here. If this place really is what you say it is, maybe the beings who were murdered are here. How could we find them?” “If you’re saying you want to find someone that someone else took the efforts to kill, I can’t say you’ll want to find them up here,” Mavrah said. “When the Kestora do their work, beings who arrive here tend to have their circuits a little… scrambled upon arrival.” Pohatu laughed, catching on to Kopaka’s train of thought. “Mavrah, if you knew who we’re looking for, you’d know he couldn’t get more scrambled than he already was.” The Matoran looked curiously at the Toa of Stone, who continued. “Have you heard the legends of Karzahni?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - o O o - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Review Topic
  4. Welcome to Okoto Adventures, a comical comic featuring the Bionicle 2015 sets and other characters. I am Pohatu, and all these hiatuses with the Bionicle animations has left me bored. So what does any smart, normal Toa do when he is bored? Make comics of course! I must warn you though, I am a very busy Toa and these comics will be updated at a highly irregular schedule. Some weeks there might be two, others might have none. Without further ado.... I present to you the origins of OKOTO ADVENTURES. Comic #1. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/RahkshiToa88/COMICS/okotoadventuresofficialstart.jpg Character Intros! Character Intro 1 Meet the Team Character Intro 2 Villains Intro! Normal Comics! Special Comics: Rahkshi comic special! Please comment and criticize. I want to know what I am doing right and how I can improve!
  5. Wanted to experiment with pneumatics a bit, ended up with this. More details (including functions) on Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/cezium/29883221761/
  6. Now, as starters, I know that 1) these were meant to promote the sets, therefore being lore-friendly was secondary and 2) Toa derive much of their power from their Kanohi, and don't just get the powers associated with the mask. That said, I am a tad confused by the 2001 Toa Mata animations - I mean these - and the role of masks. So, Gali and Onua start off with their masks, which makes sense. Gali is underwater, so she needs her Kaukau and Onua is digging, which I assume requires a lot of strength. Then there is Lewa, who peeks out from behind a leaf with no Mask. I mean, don't Toa get all weak, groggy and fatigued with no Mask? Anyway, he then performs a jump which could only be cleared with the help of the Miru. I'm okay with this. Tahu, the Toa of Fire, who would still be burned to a crisp if literally bathing in lava, goes surfing in said substance, so I guess the Hau is warranted, but again, why isn't he wearing it at the start? Also, we know he'd be fine surfing on lava without the shielding power of the mask, and it's never mentioned that he ever fell in. But Kopaka and Pohatu are the weirdest of the lot. Kopaka is standing on a mountain, looking at the horizon - without his Akaku on. I mean, isn't that mask perfect for this vantage point? Anyway, he then puts it on, the mask of X-ray vision, and promptly stops an avalanche coming from behind. This is in no way related to the Akaku, in spite of what the video is implying. And finally Pohatu. So Toa get weak and tired without their masks? How about he takes a walk through a searing desert, which must have taken ages at that walking speed, without his mask. Why not use the Kakama? I mean, it's the mask of speed. Speed!. Anyway, he then puts it on, and kicks a rock. Nothing to do with speed. Why?! I mean, overall I like these animations because nostalgia, but they don't really make sense in terms of lore. What do you make of these?
  7. The Toa have fallen. Kulta, the Skull Grinder has defeated them as well as the re-awoken Ekimu, whom he spared as final insult. After a short period of uneasy peace, the ravenous Skull Army spilled out of the City of The Mask Makers, driven by a hunger for conquest. As the undead hordes encroach upon the regions of Okoto, the villagers must face something even worse than any Skull minion. At the head of each army rides a corrupted Toa, brought back from the dead by the powers of the Mask of Creation. It should have been a time of Unity. Instead, it is a time of Despair. Pohatu, Revenant of Stone Leading the army of Skull Scoripos, Pohatu has ravaged the region of stone. Not ever death could erase his dislike of the creatures, which is why he lets them prowl and ravage at their behest while he hunts alone. Kulta instructed him and the other Revenants to find - and kill - the elemental creatures of their Regions, as they might prove to be a threat. Upon finding Ketar, Pohatu tricked the creature into thinking he is still a genuine Toa - a power all Revenants posses. When the creature was unawares, Pohatu acted and began to dismember Ketar, while the little scorpion was still alive. After destroying the Golden Unity Mask of Stone, he returned from the temple with parts of Ketar's carapace grafted into his armor, onto his very bones. It was upon that day that the Skull Scorpios truly accepted their leader, their Alpha. In his Revenant form, Pohatu wields twin Meat Cleavers, Corrupted Stormerangs and his original Dagger. Of all the Revenants, his hatred burns with the greatest ferocity. Who could stand before him? Album: https://flic.kr/s/aHskBiGAQ9 Nilkuu, Guardian of Stone Kulta may have defeated Ekimu, however even so he underestimated the Mask Maker. Before fleeing the City, he managed to salvage pieces of advanced elemental armor he began forging for the Toa of the prophecies before Makuta's betrayal. Before the Skull Armies reached any of the villages, he called upon the six protectors to meet him at the temple of time. Here, he performed and ancient - and forbidden - ritual of self-sacrifice, where his life-force was used to grant the protectors powers that almost equalled that of the Toa. With their new forms and armor, the Guardians had a chance - albeit slim - of stemming the tide of war. The transformation into Guardians tapped into the emotions of each Protector. While the main Stone village was not attacked yet, Revenant Pohatu had made the most progress of all the Skull invaders, and Ketar has already been killed. Primal rage heaved within Nilkuu, which is why his transformation has left him looking more like a beast than a Toa. With armor that resembles the carapace of a scorpion and clawed feet, the Stone villagers were at first unsure as to greet him or flee. However, Nilkuu's great love of his people and home remained, and were augmented as much as his rage. Nilkuu, with his advanced Elemental Sandstone Blaster and new Mountain Glaive will stop at nothing to eradicate every Skull Scorpio in the region of stone - and to give Revenant Pohatu the same treatment that Ketar had to endure before his death. Album: https://flic.kr/s/aHskBiGtVs ... These models once again only use elements from 2015 Pohatu, Protector of Stone, 2015 Lewa, 2016 Pohatu, Ketar- Creature of Stone and Skull Scorpio. The main attraction here is Nilkuu, seeing as Pohatu is mostly just different armor plus that chain across his back, while Nilkuu has more custom stuff. Nilkuu's six-shooter is functional. Both of his gear-functions work. The glaive weapon can be stored on his back, however the blaster cannot. Pohatu's gear function works, and his weapon-sets can be stored on the chain on his back. Photo Credit: My Wife
  8. Hey guys for the Month of Stone I revised the Toa of Stone to re-orient the gearbox to allow the speed demon to run and kick! Though Pohatu ended up a little pear-shaped I like to imagine it's mimicking the real life Roadrunner bird which shares the same triangular figure. Plus claws! Anyway please comment with feedback, I tried to use as many themes from the 2001/2002 sets as I could with spiked biceps, armoured toes/shoes, claws etc. ps if anyone would like a close-up of the Protector's Sure Shot blaster let me know and I'll make room in my uploads to add it!
  9. A tiny Pohatu made out of ccbs to better homage Pohatu mata, and with thirteen points of articulation. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Brex321/Pohatu/image.jpg EDIT: I posted the topic without the other three pictures *facepalms* http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Brex321/Pohatu/Side/image.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Brex321/Pohatu/Back/image.jpg Comments, and all that schnazzy stuff appreciated. Edit: Please link images over 100 kB in BBC! -Wind-
  10. Hey there I made another Video this time with Toa Okoto Pohatu and his Protector of Stone counterpart. If you have seen my post about getting him my 4 year old son Phoenix built him completely himself. So I have this area by my house with what I am guessing is a gopher hole. So I thought I would film them out there. The Video is my shortest to date I believe due to wanting to make it two parts. I want to test the combining function on Youtube.com to see if I can get it to work. This is Part 1 of an unknown number. On a side note Pohatu shown here has been slightly modified to make use of extra pieces in the kit. Feel free to critique it if you'd like. See if you can notice the changes. As always you can post comments and alike here or over on Youtube. Not getting too many comments there on my videos. Part Two is Live and ready to be viewed.
  11. http://41.media.tumblr.com/778d5ebc75002cdb02ba4df08fad984f/tumblr_no2oj6Qaz41rp62tgo1_1280.jpg http://40.media.tumblr.com/2f43fc881ed3ba4b98660d31d76de9a9/tumblr_no2oj6Qaz41rp62tgo2_1280.jpg Tan's color can be inconsistent, so I took a picture with and without flash. To be honest I found Pohatu's set a bit underwhelming, and I only bought him to revamp him. But now I think he looks a lot better. The biggest change as you can see here was the addition of size 4 tan shells. I am debating whether or not to keep the tan torso, he might have actually have TOO much color now. I also swapped out the Guurahk staff for a Mahri blade, as I felt its shape was more appropriate for a dagger. In comparison the Guurahk staff looks more like a fork. Pohatu is also a lot more symmetrical now, though I kept the single shoulder pauldron. Also I considered moving his shin guards onto his feet to imitate his g1 feet additions, but it would really only work if his feet were in a color other than silver.
  12. I got bored one day on LDD and made this. Comment and criticise.
  13. Made my own version of Pohatu, Master of Stone. (Gallery) Part of the same series as my Lewa, Master of Jungle. (Link to lewa). I've been working on this on and off for the past few days. Fun fact: There are 16 ball-and-axel hole pieces used in this figure. A look at the Torso without any armor: http://i.imgur.com/VqZEBFF.jpg Its actually funny, because most of the torso just rests on the technic holes of the waist. You'd think it wouldn't be connected, but the section of the torso with the bohrok eye pieces is connected to the waist and holds the rest of the torso down and keep it all together and sturdy.
  14. Not much to say about this MoC. I loved all generations of gen 1 Pohatu (which cannot be said for his brothers and sisters in 2008...) due to his unique builds in comparison to the other 5 Toa. It carried through his 3 main forms. So I was disappointed at his bland set that came out this year. Whilst his wanderer motif was interesting, there was too much silver, a dull secondary weapon, and he was far too short in comparison to his brothers. So with a little tinkering I came up with this. I removed the transparent parts that I didn't enjoy looking at in exchange for the plain black limbs. The silver shells were replaced by yellow ones and moved to make his arms symmetrical. I took a spare shell from the Protector of Stone to keep that symmetrical aspect. His legs are longer and he is still shorter than Tahu Gen 2, so his stoutness from Gen 1 remains. And his new secondary weapon is a small throwing spear. And with these changes, his piece count, minus the golden mask and skull spider, would be 70. These two pictures of his back should show you where changes were made, should you wish to edit your own Pohatu. Back Shot Weapon Attachment Comments would be appreciated. I would really like to know what those who liked Pohatu's new set make of my edit, too. Thanks
  15. Hello people! MrBT here again, and where I have been last two months? I have been busy recently, because of my college, so that's why I haven't been active here. You may remember that I showed to you my revamped Toa Okoto team? Well, I'm going to show you, Pohatu, Master of Stone 2.0 version aka revamped Pohatu I should say that way More pics: https://www.flickr.com/photos/114946327@N08/sets/72157650661224790/ Video review: NOTE: I kinda did video review of it, but it is in a small synopsis. The reason why I did this way, because there are already many of those 2015 Bionicle set reviews, so it is kinda a waste of time to revisit those pros, neutrals and cons. Well, here it is! Obviously I just swapped those new parts to replace those older parts. And yes, you may see some custom parts, especially those lower vahki legs, which they are painted in silver, in order to match the original version of 2015 Pohatu's look. And there are modificated axle parts and lightsaber sixed bar parts (which they're visible in his thigh armors. Luckily, I found some of these old technic parts, which they're in same color as Pohatu's new brown (or more likely Huki or Hewkii color), and those Huki colored Bohrok eye parts, giving a little color matching to Pohatu's color scheme. All in all, there isn't so big differences than my Pre-redesign version of Pohatu, The whole point was to change some old parts into new parts. But that's about it
  16. On a whim I decided to draw Pohatu Master of Stone. I wasn't impressed by this set to begin with, but it's grown on me! Also I thought I'd slap the ol' 2001 colour scheme on him for comparison: Click both images for larger, higher quality versions!
  17. I bought Pohatu early because he was the most disappointing toa of this wave in my opinion and I just needed to fix him. He seemed to resemble less his origins than the others. While he does have a more close design to pohatu nuva phantoka (which is one of my favorite sets), the boomerangs don't really make any sense to me as a tool and they are difficult to work with to make anything other than what they are intended to be. So I dropped them. So I experimented around with flipping the gear system upside down and giving Pohatu his classic and unique gear function. Kicking!! (or running). http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/bionicfreak/Pohatu2015Custom/20150208_204453.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/bionicfreak/Pohatu2015Custom/snapchat--2320446091920014258.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/bionicfreak/Pohatu2015Custom/snapchat--6982629826321375957.jpg http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/bionicfreak/Pohatu2015Custom/snapchat-5682505080570975984.jpg And here's the gallery link now that it is live: http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=552879 So what do you all think? I think I am close to nailing the proportion and functionality and not making him look too awkwardly bowlegged. However this is a bit of a work in progress. (and please let me know if I screwed anything up in my post, i haven't posted on here for ages so I am not used to the new forum set up.)
  18. Dear LEGO, What do you get when you combine Pohatu: Master of Stone with the Protector of Stone? We dunno. Well, after some quick tinkering, I found that you can, in fact, actually do a combiner model with the figures rather than hand the Toa their respective Protector's weapons. See what I mean? Look at him, standing there so statuesque... Here's a close-up of his chest construction. Oh, and now he wants to take to the skies! I believe I can fly! Oh, fine. We'll give him the Golden Mask... Well, there you have it! A real combiner model! Sincerely, ~The 1st Shadow~ -------------------------- I threw this together, and decided that, while not too much different from the set, it still is more of a combiner than those power-ups. the reason I used the Protector Mask was because I felt it looked better than the other two. Here, have a gallery. Comments? Criticism? Cookies?
  19. Back in December, I was doing some Christmas shopping at a Boscov's and I naturally wandered over to the Lego section, admiring their set selection. However, there was something... out of place, or rather out of time. I snapped a picture with my 3DS. Yup, It's an ad for Lego.com from the early 2000s. Notice anything special about it? That's right, it's Pohatu! Boscov's did have BIONICLE, but in the form of a picture from 2001! I went back a couple of days ago, and they still had the ad up. There were no BIONICLE 2015 sets still, but this is good enough for me. Thoughts?
  20. Source: OFFICIAL Bionicle 2015 Topic
  21. So, last night, I dug out a blacklight pen because I wanted to see my Pohatu set with glowy limbs (oh, don't act like you haven't done it, too. ). Anyway, When I held the pen up to him, I noticed something interesting. In normal light, the color of his mask is identical to that of his armor. However, when held up to a blacklight... It turns almost black, while the rest of his armor retains its orange-y color. Has anyone else noticed this sort of thing? Is it a different plastic or something? And does this happen with any of the other 2015 masks? (Sorry for the not-so-decent pictures. Camera's never do see what we see, sadly.)
  22. So! My Bionicle 2015 sets arrived today and I've decided to review each of them. I was going to review Lewa first but there's still one important picture of him that I need to take, so Pohatu gets the honor of being the first 2015 set I review instead! Also, I realize this won't really match up to the official BZPower review, but... well, I enjoyed reviewing the NinjaCopter back in October, so here we go! SET REVIEW: 70785 Pohatu: Master of Stone PRESENTATION Sorry, I didn't actually take any pictures of the box or instruction manual on their own; I'll try to remember to do so for future reviews. That said, I think by now we've all seen the packaging, and it's... odd. Odd in a good way - it's visually appealing, and I like that the desert background is unique to Pohatu and the Protector of Stone. The hexagonal shape allows Pohatu himself to be front and center, while the legal information such as piece count, recommended age, and other miscellaneous information that I don't really care for take up space out of immediate view. I will note that the box is rather flimsy; despite being padded with little airbags, several of the boxes for my sets had been partially crushed in transit. I wish they were a little more durable. BUILDING Out of the sets that I have built so far, Pohatu was by far the most simplistic - coming in at an absolutely underwhelming 66 pieces (a lower piece count than half of the Protectors, although admittedly they are all composed of tiny pieces), Pohatu is probably the fastest and easiest of the Toa to build. That said, it was still loads of fun; the gearbox especially was entertaining to put together. There it is in all of its completed glory... from the view that doesn't really allow you to see how it is constructed. I do apologize for that. The gearbox is definitely the most complex part of this set, but that's not to say that the rest of the set isn't fun to build as well. Of note here is that the gearbox is only designed to swing Pohatu's right arm; his left arm remains stationary like the arms of most sets since 2006. Here we have Pohatu almost finished, lacking only his mask, weapons, and torso armor. The burnt orange and trans-lime green (or whatever it's called, I know somebody will correct me) work surprisingly well together, although I do wish that it was trans-yellow instead (even if that might not be as bright). The over-abundance of silver also works - and thanks to the asymmetry of his arms, I am now operating under the headcanon that Pohatu lost his left arm in some mysterious accident, and has replaced it with a robotic arm. Because robotic arms are cool. SET DESIGN Here is the obligatory "interesting pieces" picture: As you might notice, I forgot to include the gearbox, the headpiece, the eyes, and a few other pieces. Oh well - we shall cover those in another review, I suppose. What we do have is a silver brain attack torso (which gives the impression that Pohatu has some serious abs), a printed burnt orange chest piece, burnt orange armor, two versions of Pohatu's mask (gold and, you guessed it, burnt orange), the boomerang piece, the Rahkshi staff, the dark blue Skull Spider head/body/whatever thing, and the trans-lime-green-pieces-that-have-a-different-name limbs. Personally, I am a fan of the burnt orange that is being used; the old browns were always rather dark or boring in the old Bionicle (except for Avak, who looked like a delicious piece of chocolate), and it matches well with the shades of red, blue and green used by some of the other Toa. Pohatu's new mask does bear some resemblance to his masks of old; specifically his original Kakama and his 2008 mask... or if one wants the mask that it appears to be almost directly based upon, just look at Photok below. Yes. PLAYABILITY I'm going to be honest; I probably won't be doing much playing with any of my 2015 sets. Mostly just displaying them and admiring how beautiful they are because they are like perfection itself. But if I DID play with them, well, I do have a few thoughts. The first is that I am annoyed when trying to move Pohatu's head, because I have always gripped the front of the mask and then the back of the eyes; but I cannot do that anymore since the eyes pop the mask off. So I am slowly adjusting. I also don't really get the dual-purpose of Pohatu's weapons; I kind of wish they functioned like the Piraka's weapons in that regard, where it was a very simple switch. Although those weapons were hard to use when building creations, so at the end of the day I think we're alright. Plus, Lego made boomerangs look cool as weapons. Of course, the set does come with a Skull Spider (like all of the 2015 sets so far) - and this one has a stinger, since it is hardcore and lives in the desert. You can have it follow Pohatu around as a pet, or maybe it will jump up and eat his face! Really, you can decide. I rather like the Skull Spiders and wish Lego had more sets include something like them. And of course, Pohatu can discover his golden mask, which grants him... something. I don't really know. Pohatu goes on an adventure! Pohatu finds his golden mask! Pohatu has his face eaten by a Skull Spider! Oh dear. FINAL THOUGHTS Pros Burnt Orange!Skull Spider is coolROBOT ARMMakes boomerangs coolComes with three masks, three weapons, and three charactersdarnitCons 66 pieces makes me feel ripped off even though I know the Protectors have tiny baby piecesNot enough burnt orangeROBOT ARM is probably not really a ROBOT ARMI have to learn a new way to move heads and it's weird and why am I even complaining about this maybe it's because there's really not much to complain aboutSo what are my final thoughts? I say go for it. You know you want all six Toa. You know it. In fact, you want doubles of each one, because you want to build Wairuha and Akamai too. In all seriousness, Pohatu is probably my least favorite of the Toa - but when I'd say this whole lineup is pretty darn close to perfect, that's not really that bad. So buy him! Just buy him last. Coming 2015 - Pohatu: The Winter Soldier
  23. So you know how the new Pohatu's arms are not symmetrical? His right arm is brown and more heavily armored while his left is completely silver and lacks the transparent bone pieces of his other arm? I have a theory why his arms are not symmetrical. Pohatu's left arm is completely robotic. Back in Gen 1, Lariska also had a completely silver limb that was a robotic replacement for one that she had lost. This theory also explains why his left arm is not as heavily armored; it does not need to be since it does not have any organic parts to protect. I personally think my theory is pretty silly and probably not the case, but I did want to share it. What do you think?
  24. EDIT: Tahu has been added! Somebody on the BZP FB page commented on Pohatu's cyclonic sandstorm ability resembling Spinjitzu... Naturally, I took the opportunity to do this! Move aside, Dareth. Make room for the TRUE Brown Ninja! Apparently, Pohatu has been taking lessons from Sensei Wu. And, here's Tahu: You're welcome.
  25. "Really. This is why you summoned me?" These dudes, trained and given elemental powers by the big man Pohatu himself, protect Po-Koto while he's off on business. Skinny Asymmentry over there has a sword. He stabs. Bigmin Mac Widensteen on the other hand, has striker eureka capabilities in his chest and a big glove. We're safe.
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